"Get back to the carriage. Your lips are turning pale again." Shi Zanxue turned her head back.
Pei Ye gave a helpless smile, nodded, and nearby Nandu had already climbed onto the carriage shaft. Pei Ye looked up and raised his hand, being assisted by the woman up there.
At this moment, he truly felt like a piece of newly glued porcelain, not only fragile at the touch but also with his internal energies and blood continually leaking out. Initially, Binglu tried his best to replenish the True Qi in this body, but soon he switched to strenuously repairing the physical wounds, probably realizing it was impossible to fully replenish.
Back in the carriage, engulfed by the fresh and warm fragrance, Pei Ye still leaned against the wall on the innermost long couch, and beside him, the medicine on a small stove had finished brewing, with Qu Xin's note attached: "The second dose for today, drink it while it's hot."
